There is an image of a woman who has been so deeply etched into my being, she can be found in my own features and mannerisms. She is the root of my essence and has shaped the core of who I am. She is so much a part of me that despite not setting eyes on her for three years, I can see her in everything.
She is my mother.
Last Wednesday marked three years since she passed away.
Embracing every second of summer, ☀️ rainy days included ☔️
Woo still getting back into the swing of things around here, but so stoked to be back with this week’s gratitude #hustle. Let’s just dive right in shall we?
Hello? Oh haaaaiiii 👋🏻 just going to dust this off and we’re ready to go!
Jokes aside, it’s nice to be back after a brief (albeit, unintended) hiatus. I had a feeling a quick break may come around the convergence of a few major work projects, but I had plans to make up for that. Such plans… Then life forced my hand a little bit (pun intended – keep reading for the punchline).